Remaining

When it came,the storm was an afterthought.We were long gone.The ‘scrapers claimed by climbersand moss and other green,and rust as well, becausewhen them winds howledthe groaning, empty boardroomsgave way to long-awaited ruin.It is the state of things.The old is ruins nowand vagabonds still pick whatever’sleft of yesterday’s metropolis.They sell that junk at market:a pound of […]

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